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Title: Story of the mince pie
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Gates, Josephine Scribner, 1859-1930
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Publisher: New York
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ares in themarket, and with a purse full of money, andrequests for many more garments of the samesort, he hastened home to tell his mother ofhis good fortune. 133 TALE OF THE There was great rejoicing in the littlehome, and the day came when Enrico wasselling doll clothes in his own little shop inthe heart of the city. A dear little shop it was with a home inthe back where his mother cooked and sewedon the dainty garments. Enrico never tired of telling the childrenwho came to buy, how he almost lost the firstlot of doll clothes he ever started out to sell/ General applause followed this interestingstory, while the chairman cried, Splendid!Splendid! It was most entertaining, andnow I think the hour has arrived when weshould hear from Beef and her creamy com-panion, both of whom remind me of Maryand her lamb, because where one goes theother follows/5 The odd Brownie now came forward, withthe creamy toddler holding fast to her hand.They both bowed, and the Brownie began: 134 sg*^ i!rL Mi
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She loved her home PI TIL,h : BROWNIE DOLL I am commonly known as Beef, and Icome nbt from the sheep or hog, but from the cow. ce As to where I come from, it would be hardto tell where I am not to be found, for Ibelieve cows roam about over the wholeworld. You may ride on trains anywhere andeverywhere; you may sail on boats; you maygo up in flying machines, you will always see cows. ee~ do not know of anything that seemsquite as necessary as the cow, both for meatand for milk. I came from a certain cow that spent mostof its time in a green meadow where birdssang above her head, and a near-by brookgurgled over the stones, making the sweetestmusic. Night and morning a maid came with ashiny pail on her arm; as she milked the 135 TALE OF THE Bossy she sang to the accompaniment of thebrook. Often two little children came, each witha silver cup, for a drink of the warm foamingmilk. That cow was proud indeed to know thatshe furnished food for the little ones. She loved her home. She could he

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